Адлет Нажбиев - место жительства и мобильный номер

When you walk through a storm Hold your head up high, And don`t be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm, There`s a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown... Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you`ll never walk alone, You`ll never walk alone.